The One Legged Mom

Being a Mom doesn't stop just because I lost a leg…

They See Us at our Worst.

I want you to think about you as a parent when you are at your absolute worst & grossest. Weird thought. I know. But I seriously want you to think about the last time that was you. Shocked because it was last Wednesday? Yah. Me too.

I want you to be pretty specific in your thought process here. Because I’m talking the haven’t showered in 5 days & your kids haven’t had a bath since you don’t know when because there is a crust of what looks like could be cookies or sand sitting in their double chin kind of gross. The just watched your one year old pull out a Cheeto from under the stove and put it in their mouth kind of yuck. The mascara you wore to church a couple days ago has flaked half way down your face & goes well with the bags that seem to have permanently found their home under your eyes kind of tired. The nuked hotdogs for supper because that’s what your kids said they wanted only for them to throw a tantrum about how they don’t like hotdogs anymore & you all end up eating cereal kind of terrible. The let your kids just run around in underwear or a diaper for the majority of the day because you’re so backed up on laundry that the pile could probably put Mount Everest to shame kind of smelly. And amongst it all, I’m talking about the frustrating moments where you lost your shit and sent your kid to the corner because they won’t leave their baby sister alone so she’s screaming her head off and you can’t take it anymore. Like seriously, you’re contemplating sending everyone to bed at 7pm just to hear yourself think! Or better yet. You’ll send yourself to bed at 7 leaving everyone to fend for themselves without you. Sound familiar? Yah. That’s a parenting low & most of us go there practically monthly if not weekly. And to top it all off, after the day is done, we develop a serious case of Parent Guilt and end up staying up wayyy too late to watch our children sleep soundly & to pray for the peace, serenity & strength to make tomorrow a better day.

Many of you are probably wondering why I am describing your typical Tuesday night and I promise it’s because of a really good reason. Because even on the days you feel like you are at your worst or grossest, you are loved. Because your kids were there for the entire day. They saw & heard it all. They witnessed the chin crusty’s, the nuked hotdogs, the yelling & everything else you aren’t so proud of on this trying day & they still believe you are nothing less than wonderful. Think about that for a second. No one has seen you at your absolute worst & grumpiest more than your kids have & they still continue to love you with every ounce of their existence. In my opinion, that single statement should give you the confidence & validation as a parent you’ve been longing for. Especially on those really hard, really gross, really trying days. Because parenting is hard and you are going to lose your shit sometimes. And just because it seems like every single person who lives in your house has found something to complain about at this exact moment, I want you to remember this moment will pass & good ones will come. Sure there will be moments in the future that are almost identical to that frustrating one you just survived but that’s just part of it. It’s part of parenting & part of life. No amount of cereal suppers, ginormous laundry piles or early bed times are going to change the love & adoration your children feel towards you. So trust me momma (or dad) you’re doing fine. Tomorrow will be hopefully a better, less shit losing day. And one you’re going to miss it. So take it all in. Blow your top & then watch your child sleep. Take the picture of your child in their purple sparkle boots & just underwear. Buy extra cereal at the store because you know you’ll be eating it for supper at least one time this week. And enjoy it. Because parenting might be hard but, hot damn, is it worth it.

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